Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
For but a moment more did we struggle with our outnumbering opponents
there, and then as they gripped and held the four of us helpless and
jerked our heads up wild cries came from them as they saw the faces of
us, saw that two of us were their own guards! Then the next moment,
needing no other explanation of what had happened, they turned with
their own black-garbed fellows, rushed out of the cell, slamming shut
its door behind them, down the corridor and toward the cage-lifts
after Connell and Macklin! We heard those cries re-echoed swiftly over
all the mighty building, heard rushing feet and repeated calls on the
levels of the great tower above and beneath us. And then, as we flung
ourselves to our window, gazed downward, we saw in the next moment two
green-garbed tiny figures issuing from the giant electrostatic tower's
base far beneath us, running across the great plaza toward the nearest
of the cruisers. They were Connell and Macklin!
I cried out with Hilliard hoarse words of encouragement, forgetful
that none could hear from our terrific height, saw Connell and Macklin
rushing up the slender gangplank in the cruiser's side and through
its open door, saw that door slam shut behind them, just as from the
base of the tower there poured out after them a flood of pursuing
green-garbed figures. Those pursuers were raising their heat-pistols,
and a hail of shining heat-cartridges were flying through the air
toward the cruiser in the next moment, but as they shot toward it
there came faintly up to us the droning of the ship's great motors
and then with all the power of those motors in its vertical lifting
tube-propellers it was rising upward, was lifting smoothly and swiftly
upward toward us! And at the same moment the green-uniformed crowd of
guards beneath were rushing across the plaza toward the other resting
cruisers, were rushing within them to soar up after Connell and Macklin!
Up toward us shot the lifting cruiser of our two friends, though, up
toward our little window, for such had been our plan by which two,
escaping, might rescue the remaining two. But as it shot upward I
looked down, saw beneath the scores of cruisers on the plaza rising
now after it, heard through all the great tower and for far around it
a great roar of rising shouts as the escape was discovered, saw the
giant gleaming muzzles of the great batteries of heat-guns around the
plaza turning swiftly upward on their pivots toward the rising cruiser
of Connell and Macklin! And so the next moment as that cruiser shot
up toward us, as I made out Macklin plain in its transparent-windowed
bridge-room, driving it up toward us, I flung an arm outward from the
tower to him, shouting in frenzied appeal.
"Back, Macklin!" I cried, with Hilliard crying too beside me. "No time
to get us--_back home with Connell, for God's sake_!"
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